The crowd's expressions turned odd when they heard Tang San propose to gamble with Yang Wudi.
Though Tang San's method was cliche, it was evidently very effective, especially against someone as arrogant and obstinate as Yang Wudi, where the effect was extraordinary.
Yang Wudi snorted disdainfully, "You think you're worthy to gamble with me?"
Tang San replied with a faint smile, "Does Senior not dare?"
With contempt, Yang Wudi said, "Bet on how many rounds you can last against me?"
Tang San shook his head, "No, I want to bet on the outcome with Senior. If I win against Senior, I don't want anything else. Just please agree to one request I have. If I lose, I will let Senior dispose of me as he sees fit. How about that?"
Yang Wudi really suspected there was a problem with his ears, as the young man who looked barely over twenty dared to compete against him, an eighty-two level Soul Douluo, for victory. This was an unbearable contempt in his eyes.
